i remember as a kid growing up in gainsville fla we came accross a diamondback that was strech all the way accross dirt road couldnt see the head or tail. we ran over it back and forth many times then went and truned around where we could and the bad boy was gone. ididnt get out that snake was like running over a tree its a wonder we didnt get stuck that would have been bad. once me and my friend little bill were cutting through woods that you got to be crazy to go into we ran up on diamondback that when it raised up was as tall as i was 2/3 of the snake was still on the ground. it scared me so bad that i instantly got cramps in my leg and neck while i was trying to run backwards faster than i could run forward the cramps didnt slow me down at all . i about killed my best friend running over him and grabing him along. we didnt learn a thing cutting through that swampy woods shaved off at least a mile of walking.that encounter burned into my hard drive so good i can see it like it just happened yesterday i was 11 years old.
mmmmmmm.....tastes just like chicken..... :yes: 
